Hungry Hippo

A couple weeks ago, three people I know sent me this article about Korean fried chicken (which, unfortunately, is no longer available for free). Carolyn was hell bent on figuring out what all the fuss was about. She called a teatime meeting for the ladies last Sunday. But we drank beer, not tea, and instead of dining on cucumber sandwiches, we chowed down on some fried chicken at Bon Chon. These are my kind of ladies.

Korean fried chicken means business. The skin is beyond crunchy—you cannot converse and chew this chicken at the same time because you won’t be able to hear anything except for the fried chicken skin shattering between your teeth. Under the golden skin, you find juicy, tender chicken—texture-wise, this fried meat is truly a winner. Both the spicy and sweet varieties were ridiculously tasty. And, it’s all relatively light for fried chicken, as I had more than four pieces of chicken with no ill effects (although others in the party may have suffered from oil overdose). You can go here for unflattering photos of chicken consumption.

Apparently, there are multiple Korean fried chicken restaurants around the city. Perhaps it’s time to organize a monthly brunch meeting to discuss women’s issues at these various venues? I suggest clothing as the topic of the next meeting. To start, pedal pushers are neither pedals nor pushers. Discuss.